Written On A Wall

The Persistant Second

The persistent second;

Which holds no mass,

Pushes all forward.

As I rest upon the night, it silently screams in my ear.

It will not allow me sleep;

A leisure I cannot afford -

For time is money.

It is a ruler I shall never use,

Stretching back further than my life,

Reaching past the farthest place I'll go.

Stronger minds than my own;

Dedicating lives,

Are unable to catch it -

Though it is always there.

Always there.

Always ticking.

Tick... Tick... Tick...